#summertime shorts

[hauntedrose555]

short n’ sweet

[honeysucklelips]

[socialbutterfly19]

Head held high and own that space!!!!

[m-eltdown]

[icycoldninja]

Could you please write Dante x gn!reader trying to beat the summer heat? 🫠

P.S congrats on finishing your other requested fics 🎉🎊

Oh thank you! Honestly over here it's getting hot AF so I needed this lol

Summer heat (Dante x Reader fluff)

"God, it's hot," You groaned, fanning yourself with your magazine as you sat on the couch next to your boyfriend Dante, your already paper thin shirt rolls up to your ribcage.

"I know, babe," Dante muttered, reaching over and patting your leg, which had become somewhat sticky thanks to the humidity in the air.

"This sucks. I'm melting," You complained, stretching yourself out on the couch and falling off it in the process.

"So am I," Dante agreed, throwing his magazine aside and standing up. "Want some ice cream?"

"Do we have any?" You called from the ground, not bothering to get up since the heat had drained you of all your will to live.

"I don't know, I'ma go check," Dante said, as he headed for the kitchen. You responded with a half-hearted moan of discomfort and shut your eyes, the heat making you want to hibernate till winter. A few moments passed before you heard the sound of bare feet slapping against wooden flooring as Dante approached you with two medium sized tubs of strawberry ice cream and two large spoons.

"Hope ya like strawberry," He said, tossing the spoon and ice cream into your lap. "This is all we got."

"This is all I need," You groaned, pressing the cold tub to your neck and heaving a sigh of relief. "So. Much. Better."

Your strength renewed, you clambered back onto the couch, popped open the lid, and scooped a massive scoop of ice cream nearly twice the size of Dante's, and shoved it as far down your throat as it was safe to reach.

Sadly, ice cream does not last forever. It will inevitably melt, or it will be consumed by hungry people whose bodies felt as if they were on fire. Almost as soon as the last bits of cold dessert disappeared down your throat, you felt the encroaching wave of miserable heat washing over you once again.

"I don't think that was enough, babe," Dante mumbled, now sprawled out on the couch with his shirt rolled up, the empty carton now resting on his abs; condensation dripping down onto his skin.

"Nope," You agreed, leaping up from the couch, fanning yourself with your hand as you headed for the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Dante inquired, getting up and following you.

"Down to the community pool," You replied, "We're going swimming."

[ratatatastic]

Benny Cup Day | 8.16.24 (x)

[luffyttaro]

[carecarry]

summer was always our thing, wasn't it? the late-night texts, the shared playlists, and the way you’d spam me with pictures of your cat or those ridiculous memes that made me snort out loud, almost spilling my drink. we were the last ones to catch up on those must-watch movies, but we didn’t care. we’d sit there, screens synced up, laughing at the same jokes, sharing the same gasps, like we were the only ones who hadn’t seen them. it was like every scene, every line was in on our little secret, wrapping us up in this digital warmth, like the whole internet was rooting for us to stay connected. like, damn, the universe really had our Wi-Fi signals synced for a second there.

but then, as the days got shorter, so did we. like, you ever notice how the sunsets start earlier, and you think you’ve got more time, but then suddenly it’s dark and you’re alone? that was us. one moment, we were basking in the glow of something real, something good, and the next, it was like trying to catch sand in a sieve. no matter how tight i held on, you were slipping through my fingers.

we went from endless summer days to that awkward chill of early auguest. the kind that creeps in when you least expect it, making you shiver when you’re still clinging to the memory of warmth. our laughs became fewer, conversations shorter, until we were just two people who used to know each other. we burned so bright, but maybe that’s why we faded so fast.

and damn, isn’t it just like summer to give you the best days of your life, only to rip them away? i mean, we knew it was coming. we saw the end, lurking behind every sunset, in every "see you tomorrow" that felt more like a goodbye. but fuck, we still tried, didn't we? clung to every last second like it could save us.

now, when i hear those stupid summer songs, the ones that are supposed to be all fun and carefree, they just make me think of you. of us. of how something so warm, so damn perfect, could just… disappear. like summer was a place, and we got lost on the way back home.

so yeah, i’ll keep asking, “can you come every summer time?” even though i know the answer. because it’s easier to pretend, to get lost in the nostalgia, than to face the cold reality that summer’s over. and so are we.

[louiisaaah]

it's a chappell roan alessi rose sabrina carpenter brat summer

[fictionadventurer]

So many types of books that have strong summertime associations that I spend all my time cycling through cravings for certain genres or books.

Within the last month, I have wanted to read/reread:

Jane of Lantern Hill by L.M. Montgomery

The Electrical Menagerie by Mollie E. Reeder

Valiant by Sarah McGuire

Retellings in general (especially Cinderella retellings)

Golden Age mysteries, especially Josephine Tey and Agatha Christie

The Moon-Spinners by Mary Stewart

Books set in locations that are not America or England, especially warm climates

Books set in wintery/cold weather settings

Science fiction/space opera

Superhero stories

Civil War history/Presidential history

D.E. Stevenson books (and other mid-tier vintage light fiction)

Wilkie Collins books

Graphic novels

And I'm sure there are others that I'm forgetting

[wangxianficrecs]

The slosh of lotus root rib soup in summertime by orphan_account

The slosh of lotus root rib soup in summertime

by orphan_account

M, WIP, 9k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying passes away on a cold, withering winter morning Lan Zhan picks apart the shattered pieces, and carefully glues them back together Kay's comments: This counts as a WIP, but it's an orphaned story, so be warned that it'll never be completed. It's also incredibly painful and angsty, but I'm currently in a mood, so it's perfect. Second warning: this story deals with the aftermath of a suicide. There will be no magical solution to it, there is only grief and mourning and since the story is orphaned, there isn't any closure either, but I still recommend reading it, because it's really well-written and Lan Zhan's grief is so tangiable in this story and I really loved the idea of Wei Ying leaving behind a journal of letters addressed to Lan Zhan. Excerpt: The new year did not wash any of the grief that Lan Zhan had drowned himself in. He found himself lying in bed in the dead of night, staring at the ceiling above his head, the lack of light creating dark splotches in his vision that he kept blinking away. He had forgotten how to cry years ago, the memory stolen by a woman who made the best tangyuan with peanut filling, who knitted him hats and gloves every winter. She'd taken it, along with his will to smile. And yet, looking over the page for the first time, reading every word under the ambience of his low lamp light, the tears wouldn't stop. The amount of times he'd lifted the corners of his lips in an attempt to give Wei Ying a reaction took up more than all his fingers. He’d wanted to laugh with that boy someday. He'd wanted to sit on a porch, in a house they shared, watching the bunnies they would own nibbling on lettuce and wiggling around in their laps, and laugh. A future as bright as their smiles. The feeling of someone scrunching up his chest like a piece of paper never subsided, resulting in a couple wet droplets on the page. Lan Zhan had to put the journal away, ashamed of damaging it, even just slightly, in a moment of weakness.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, suicide, dead wei wuxian, grief/mourning, mental health issues, references to depression, implied/referenced suicide, regret, sad, student lan wangji

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[mycozyaesthetics]

It is midday.

The sun is high in the sky.

You’re inside, windows open, lights off. Natural light is all you need.

Phantom of the Opera gently plays on your record player in the other room.

The wind billows the curtains and it captures your sleepy cat’s attention.

The air smells of fresh cut grass and orange blossom.

As you gently rock in your upholstered rocking chair you think to yourself, “I think I’ll make myself another cup of tea.”

And you do exactly that.

“Late Spring” / @MyCozyAesthetics

[hauntedrose555]

me when dumb and poetic by Sabrina Carpenter

[domono08]

More summertime attire! This time with my OCs, Dil and Greenie.

It’s shorts time y’all!

[stonedshesays]

backyard lovin

[stonelovesbeer]